"It seems we living the American dream/ The people highest up got the lowest self esteem/The prettiest people do the ugliest things/For the road to riches and diamond rings." - Kanye West, All Falls Down
I'm mainly a reader on this site, and if I review you I'm going to be honest. If you take what I say as a flame then you have thin skin and shouldn't really consider writing as a profession, especially since I'm not going to sound too harsh unless your story's really going down the crapper and I'm unable to find a crumb of a redeeming factor in it. Doesn't happen often, but that's because I haven't been scouring the fantasy section too much.
I'm also thinking about becoming a beta reader. Still haven't decided yet.
Stories
Arboretum (nature spiritual-y poem)
Description: Just something I did in my tenth grade Honors English class. I wasn't concentrating on flow when I wrote this, because at the time I was more worried on meeting the requirements of a sestina poem. I might brush it up one day, when I feel the urge to.
Progress: Finished
To the One Who Will Never Read This (love poem)
Description: Well, I HOPE he will never read it XD;. I'm kind of embarrassed about posting it, but I have no where else to put it.
Progress: Finished.
She Looked Not Backward Nor Forward...
Description: My recent depression episode turned out to be a great tool of inspiration. Posted from a writing prompt challenge from an LJ community. The line we had to use was 'when it was finished'.
Progress: Finished
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